Everyday activities of blogger who (age wise) is "three quarters and counting."

Monthly Archives: August 2016

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On a scale of one to twelve, one being best, I’m a FIFTEEN!! I’m so depressed, I just want to find a deep hole and crawl in. It has been almost a month since the air-conditioner was installed and David hasn’t been back to wire the thermostat. There’s a l-o-n-g- story but I won’t bore you with all the details. I’ve contacted three individuals in an effort to get someone else to finish the job. Three declined. I’m waiting for another contractor to call. I have several names and I’ll process through the list.

The heat and humidity is back with a vengeance. I can’t work off my frustration (depression) in my “yarden.” I can’t get interested in blog messages (so you know I’m not in a good space).

An amusing observation: Advertise FREE plants and I’ve captured their attention. When I advertised I was “just the ‘foster parent’ eager for folks to adopt…” nobody responded. (LOL)

Several of the following “Under the magnifying glass” blog messages were prompted because I’ve advertised the plants “for sale.” Currently, it takes a couple of hours to water all my plants! Planning ahead, it will take an hour (or more) to cover all my plants when we have a frost and freeze warning. ~~ I’ll be honest, I’m sentimental about my plants and want to document their role in my “senior” life experience.

Truth be told, perhaps I’m the only person interested in these plants and they’ll remain in my yard.

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Humble beginnings!! A simple planter with a clump of Mexican Petunia. (The plant was a gift from a resident in the adjacent Rainbow’s End RV Park.) I searched my pictures and came to the conclusion the plant had been in my garden for more than six months before I recorded its presence. Didn’t impress me, huh?

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The blooms are difficult to see in the other pictures. They are a deep purple blossom that appears in the early morning, lingers throughout the day, and dies mid-afternoon. Strangely, the next morning, the cycle repeats.